LE CHRISTIANISME by WILFRED OWEN
So the church Christ was hit and buried Under its rubbish and its rubble. In cellars, packed-up saints lie serried, Well out of hearing of our trouble.
One Virgin still immaculate Smiles on for war to flatter her. She's halo'd with an old tin hat, But a piece of hell will batter her.
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|Author||Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918)|
|Copyright||The Estate of Wilfred Owen. The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen edited by Jon Stallworthy first published by Chatto Windus, 1983. Preliminaries, introductory, editorial matter, manuscripts and fragments omitted.|
|First line||So the church Christ was hit and buried|
|Publication source||The Complete Poems and Fragments of Wilfred Owen|
|Publication editor||Stallworthy, Jon|
|Digital repository||The First World War Poetry Digital Archive|